Original Contemporary Poetry about the Human Condition

Resurrection | A Poem by Christine Emmert

The elephant ears are ready to listen,unrolling more each day to bird’s insistent call.The grapes promise they will comeonce the rain is dried off in summer’s slow warmth.Again my garden grows.Poppies give way to day lilies and thena profusion of blossoms less exclusive.Busy insects mark off the seconds of their short lifein singing.I have lasted through many resurrectionsand many dyings of the seasons.At night when the garden closes downstars prevail on high, reminding me that light displacedwill find us out even in the quiet of our slumber.